In the bustling marble hall, Castor looked down at the Gringotts lobby manager in front of him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the other party showed his short neck in front of his eyes, and he did not care about the gaze of the wizard.

"You mean, my parents are wizards?"

The older elf jerked his head up, his strange countenance still respectful.

"Of course," it said, "your father, the noblest of the Blacks......

"Alright," Casto interrupted, "it's cheap, why don't you go and have a look?" ”

The goblin nodded, then called the equally old elf who looked experienced. It was radiant and hurried over to guide Casto through one of the doors.

The manager frowned, but left relieved.

"Wait a minute," Castor called out to the new elf, "Mrs. Weasley needs access to her vault as well." ”

It seems that two members of the Weasley family were only discovered at this time. Mrs. Weasley dragged Ginny to the counter and showed a small golden key to the elves there. Casto followed.

So the old goblin was stunned for a while, and hurriedly dragged his somewhat old body and chased after the guests of the ancient family.

It craned its neck and stared closely at the back of the distinguished guest not far away, the crowd sometimes obscuring its vision. Then it slammed into a black robe from the side and fell on its back on the marble floor.

"Oh? An impolite goblin? The black-robed master turned his head sideways and said in an arrogant tone. He has pale blonde hair, cold gray-blue eyes, and a pale, pointy face.

The surrounding wizards hurriedly avoided it, not even daring to look at the excitement, and even some goblins took a detour. The space fell silent, except for distant noises in the rest of the hall.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy......" The lobby manager hadn't gone far, so he hurried back. It looked like it wanted to explain, but was interrupted by a cold female voice.

"Lucius." The woman in the silver robe reminded. Her face was as pale as her husband's, and her long blonde hair hung down her back.

"Yes, now is not the time," Lucius said. Malfoy stroked his cane and sneered, "We've got to hurry up today." ”

They had just come out of the vault and, after a small episode, continued to pace gracefully towards the exit of Gringotts. Until the old and faint voice behind me somehow came into my ears: "Makes you laugh, Mr. Black, thank you for your ......"

Narcissa. Malfoy spun around. She saw a dark-haired kid pull up the goblin, then nodding politely in return to her gaze.

The boy's face was reflected in the pupils.

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Lucius. Malfoy continued on his way, but when he noticed that Cissy hadn't followed, he suddenly realized what he had heard.

He turned his head to check with his wife, but all he saw was her trembling back. Her body seemed desperate to act, but didn't know what to do.

He took a few steps forward and heard Sicy's almost whispering voice.

"That boy ......."

Lucius looked not far away, then angrily stared at a stocky figure with red hair. They followed the dark-haired boy.

He then passed Cissy, who had stopped still, and his cane struck on the marble, making a crisp sound through the noisy hall.

Lucius stopped the boy. They had already entered the archway, and the goblin who had bumped into them was about to close the stone door, and he was so frightened that he quickly stopped.

"Please wait, Mr. Black," he said outside the door, facing the trio who had turned around at the sound of the noise, in a proud tone, "I am Lucius. Malfoy. ”

"You shouldn't go with the ladies of the Weasleys," Lucius continued mildly, "and you'll soon find that some wizarding families are much better off than others, Black. You don't want to be friends with someone else, and I can help you with that. ”

"Of course, you'd like to see your family," Lucius remembered his original purpose, "she's my wife now, and I'm related to you." She misses you so much and welcomes you back. ”

The boy listened patiently to what he had to say and nodded earnestly.

"I think I'll be able to tell the difference in a while," he didn't seem to hear himself add, "but now we're meeting." It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Malfoy. ”

The boy took the initiative to shake Lucius' hand. Lucius was stunned.

He remembered the persistence of the Black family, and there was a typical example of this around him.

"Well, you're always welcome at the Malfoy family, but ......."

"But we're all going to have to hurry." The boy winked mischievously at him and let go of his hand. Taking advantage of this gap, the stone door closed suddenly, separating them from each other.

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Underneath Diagon Alley, the blue firelight that flickered on the rock wall illuminated the entrance to the underground vault 423.

Molly looked at Ginny and Castor worriedly.

One is her own daughter, who bravely got into the car, but almost fainted during the crazy drag race. For they rode the small minecart to the Weasleys' vault, and then got on the cart again, and followed the tracks to the deeper vault of Castor.

It is worth mentioning that the old goblin, like Casto, seems to find this very exciting. When she got out of the car, she could barely tell who was more energetic.

The other, of course, was his own "student", whom he had just met his relatives.

Perhaps compared to their own home, the Malfoys are the best choice. Casto was already the only male heir to the Black family, and they naturally cared for him.

They will also think of more ways to do it for his strange constitution. Listening to Dumbledore, he was definitely not a Squib.

What's more, they are richer than themselves.

Although in the Weasley vault, she had taken out the transfers Dumbledore had made for the mission—but apart from the bag of gold coins, the vault was horribly empty.

She wasn't sure Casto, who had politely declined Malfoy, wouldn't change his mind when he saw all the embarrassing things. What's more, she hadn't told him all about the Burrow.

She watched as Castor pushed open the bronze door almost without hesitation, and then the dazzling golden light illuminated her eyes.

She heard Ginny let out a low exclamation.

The boy looked down at the gold coins scattered at his feet and laughed.

He turned, and in the background was a hill of gold coins, with the occasional sword, armor, or the like.

"Mrs. Weasley, do you know how much a Hogwarts teacher makes?"

"Casto, I don't know."

"Mrs. Weasley, do you know the price of a room at the Leaky Cauldron?"

Mo Li sighed, her expression a little gloomy. It seems that the kid has no plans to associate with the Weasleys anymore.

"Then how can I pay you, Mrs. Weasley."

Castor had a mischievous smile on his face.

"I am me, and my family is my family," Casto explained, "and since the gold has been left to me, I will take it and do something that interests me, and they will not object to it." ”

"But our family is not worth ......."

"Of course it's worth it," Casto declared, "I've longed for a family like this for a long time, Mrs. Weasley. It's just that...... My name is Casto. Blake, please don't associate me with anyone else. I'm not interested in any of their names. ”

Mrs. Weasley wanted to say something, but took it back under Casto's determined gaze.

She remembered the Black family traditions.

The child in front of him is proudly attached to himself. All his achievements have been achieved through himself. So when he found out that there was a legacy left by his ancestors, he was of course willing to squander it on what he was interested in.

Since it's someone else's thing, let's help someone else.

"I'm sorry for my bias, kid." Mrs. Weasley smiled genuinely, "But I have to learn from Mr. Malfoy that you are always welcome in the Weasleys." ”